As the van sped back to the base, Bruce rested his head and wondered why on earth the base would be hit. He wondered if he was the reason that the base was attacked. Maybe if Liam Payne had stayed dead, many won't be dead by now. He slightly blamed his rebirth and there was an option; to end it all. in Bruce's mind, he knew there was a back door. "Take the van around, let's enter through the back door," he said and James swirled the car around.Bruce expected that there would be gunshots and cries, but it all seemed calm. In the dimly lit back alley, Bruce and James stepped out of their car. James had the chance to make ready his gun and he followed Bruce as they proceeded towards the door. Swiftly, they approached the back door, which stood ajar, a clear indication that someone had exited through it. The once bustling camp was now shrouded in an eerie silence.As they cautiously entered, the flickering fluorescent light cast ominous shadows on the walls. Gunshots had left their m

Bruce and James drove their van into the Mane District, the heart of the notorious Mafia stronghold. As they entered, Bruce's gaze swept across the familiar surroundings, recalling the last picture he saw of this place.He remembered the fallen goons, the burning cars, the fallen pillars and the gashed gate; all had been fixed. This was proof to him that the gang was still holding, and that Arturo was doing the job he left for him. The guards stood at attention, their watchful eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. According to Bruce's orders, James steered the van to a halt, and the engine's rumble subsided into silence.He turned to James and Suzanne, who were beside him, their expressions a mix of anticipation and anxiety. James, in particular, wore a tense look on his face, his mind undoubtedly racing with questions about their audacious plan.Bruce understood the weight of their predicament, the danger that lurked within the walls of this Mafia stronghold. He knew that

Bruce, James, and Arturo meticulously devised their plan, trailing his former teammates Checkers. They followed the team till they were on leave and were to ease out their time in a hotel. With the historical knowledge in Bruce's head, recovered from Agents Payne's database, he knew how to strike and he knew that he had a history with the new leader of the team, who was once his friend. In their seventh hotel room, the trio gathered around a table covered with blueprints and surveillance photos, all garnered by skills from Bruce and James. Bruce pointed at the upper chambers of the hotel, outlining their target locations. "According to our intel, six of them are in the building and they'll be occupying six rooms up there," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We've booked the room right next to theirs, number seven."James leaned in, studying the blueprints intently. "We need to be strategic about this," he suggested, looking into their faces. "Each of us takes one of the

The vans that conveyed the mixed teams surrounded the warehouse and with an order from Bruce, they drove in at the same time. Five hundred meters away, Bruce stared at the building. He knew that they would be attacked before they arrive at the spot. However, he knew that there was no going back. There was no other plan that could work than to bring the fight to them. "Here we go, guys," Bruce said and heaved heavily. "Let's rebuild the base. Let's get the chief back," Bruce said to his team. The atmosphere was tense as Bruce and Arturo led their respective teams towards the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Crestwedge. Each group approached from different angles, bringing about specks of dust that arose from the exposed land surface. From the connected walkie-talkie, Bruce heard Arturo's voice calling out orders for his goons. "The mission is clear: capture Angela Bois and the Checkers Director, dead or alive. But ensure the safe rescue of Chief Crawford!"As they neared the

Bruce's head became free from the mechanical sounds and voice in his head. He knew he wasn't through nor was he close to being through as there are four more tiers to complete the game. However, he had what he wanted, a space of his, to enjoy being alive, spend some money and live free aside from chasing some enemies that were marked for him. Bruce left the bustling city of Crestwedge and its popular terrains and went to the outskirts, where local settlements were. On the first day, Bruce Wayne stepped into the bustling bar, the dim lights casting a warm glow over the vibrant atmosphere. The rhythmic beats of music filled the air, intermingling with the lively chatter of the patrons. It was a stark contrast to the solitary and intense world he had just left behind.As he made his way through the crowd, Bruce's mind wandered, relishing the newfound freedom that enveloped him. He revelled in the simple pleasures he had denied himself for so long, that he had been forced to deny. His t